Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Brendon's POV

My phone startled me waking me up, and I picked it up, my voice cracking. "Hello?"

"Uh, well,"  Max stuttered. "You probably won't let me stay on this bus after this."

She took a deep breath, but before she could say anything I spoke. "What did Gerard do to you?"

"Gerard did not do anything." Gerard whined, talking in third person.

"I might have been playing hardcore electric guitar, and I also might have dislocated my wrist, then broken all of my fingers dropping the amp on my hand. But just maybe. I blame Patrick." I could practically see her biting her lip uncomfortably.

"Why me?" Patrick spoke to her. His voice came out muffled.

"Because I know that Brendon won't stay permanently mad at you. If I told him it was Gerard," She directed her words to me, "which it totally wasn't, he would never let me hang out with you guys again." She directed her words to me again. "Anyway, my hand might be swollen to three times its normal size, and deep purple, and we also might be a little late to the concert because we might be taking me to the hospital. Guys, are we taking me to the hospital?" I heard more muffled voices but I couldn't make out any words this time. "No? Okay, Brendon, scratch that last part. We're gonna be on time to the concert. See you later," She hung up before I could say anything.

I grumbled. "Children. Oh my god."

Spencer tried to bite back laughter. "Are we gonna take her before or after the concert?"

"Shut up." I sighed.

Max's POV

"You know, I can't even feel my hand anymore. But I also can't see anything. I don't know which one is worse." I took a couple of Tylenol. "Should my vision be bright red?"

Gerard looked at me. "Probably not, but just pretend you're looking at my hair, okay?"

"It's all good. The only thing is, Brendon will know I can't see anything when I start bumping into stuff. But at least he won't know it was your fault."

"IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"

"IT TOTALLY WAS!" I whined. "I WASN'T THE ONE WHO PICKED UP THE AMP AND DROPPED IT ON MY HAND!"

"IT WASN'T ME! GOD! JUST BECAUSE I PICKED UP THE AMP DOESN'T MEAN THAT I DROPPED IT ON YOU! FIGHT ME!"

I lunged at him "YOU DO KNOW THAT I WILL WIN. JUST BECAUSE I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING DOESN'T MEAN THAT I CAN'T FIGHT!"

I punched him in the jaw tackling him to the floor of the bus. This is what happens when you leave two practically children on the bus alone together. Thanks Peterick. Gerard struggled to flip me off of him onto the floor, but I flipped him onto his back, put my knees on his back, pinning him down, then slamming my elbow into his spine.

Gerard kept refusing to give in. "I'll win. I can still get up." With every word he said, I slammed my elbow into his back.

"YOU BROKE MY HAND!" I screamed.

I slowly felt myself being lifted off of Gerard's body. "NO! HE BROKE MY HAND!"

Brendon's voice somehow overpowered mine. "Max, calm down child. I know he broke your hand. That's no reason to beat him up. His band needs him."

"He was the one who picked the fight with me!" I whined, flopping out of Brendon's arms onto the floor. I ignored the fact that I still couldn't see. "It's his fault."

"I'll just take you back with me, okay Max? You're staying on the other bus for the rest of the tour." His voice was softer than it was before.

I scrambled up and flung myself into Gerard's arms. "NO! I want to stay with Gerard!"

"Max." Brendon used his so called 'stern' voice. "We have to go."

"But I don't wanna go." I sighed. "I want to stay here." I groaned as I slowly tried not to crash into anything walking to the other bus.

I snorted. "This sucks." I sighed and fell onto my bunk, slowly falling asleep.

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